Hat and I came up with this, so I'm starting it here.

The idea is that we can trade story prompts, in order to stimulate creativity.

Here's how it's going to work; at the end of this post, I'll leave a prompt. If you want me to write something, all you need to do is write my prompt, and leave a reply with your story and another prompt! Then I'll write your prompt, and leave you another one. Simple, right? If you'd like to draw something, or want me to draw something, feel free to do that or ask me to do that instead. I'm a poor artist, but I'd like to be better.

Anyone is, of course, welcome to join. If we need more rules for more players later, we can add them then. If this interests you, feel free to jump in by writing someone's prompt!

There's just two rules.

1. Kick your worries to the curb.
The point of this is get us writing and spur creativity. Don't let silly things like readability, plot, or even spelling stop you from putting words down. Write freely and quickly, and post it when you're done. You're allowed one or two re-reads; don't get sucked into editing. Perfection is not our goal.

2. If you write something pornographic, mark it clearly.
Really, this is just polite. Maybe also put it in spoiler tags, or just post a link to it?

There's no limits on length, content, style, subject; whatever you're inspired to write from the prompt, go for it. Still, try for a few hundred words at least.

Here are a few useful websites:

BoredMuse
TVtropes Pitch Generator
Writer's Idea Plot Generator

Or, you can make up your own prompts, since those tend towards longer stories. Here's my first:

"In the white moments between, he was terrified he'd taken a wrong turn."

If you want some words from me, write me a story and reply with a prompt!

[I don't know how to work with prompts, so sorry if I make a derp]

"Here we are! White Tail Woods, the site for the annual fall, running of the leaves... event, thing!" A cream-colored unicorn mare with a long, red mane gleefully announced as she entered the tree line with a pegasus stallion in tow. Literally.

The stallion, who was of a dark shade of blue with a lighter shade for his mane, was being dragged by a length of rope tied to the waist of the unicorn. Ever since their departure from Ponyville, he had been sitting on his haunches, protesting his involvement with the trip.

He was in the middle of reading a good book when his friend decided to abduct him to go looking for some flower in the middle of the night. "Why can't this wait till morning?" he complained

"Cause you'll be asleep by then, and I don't have enough ice water to wake you up." The mare kept walking as if the dead weight she was anchored to wasn't even there.

The stallion simply stared blankly at the mare, not sure if he was supposed to be relieved that he didn't have to go through the flooding of his house again, or to be worried that she was only a few gallons short of doing it again.

After he took a lazy scan of the woods, he had his doubts that the mare had taken him to White Tail. The trees were too dark, even under the starless sky. There were twigs snapping and breaking, as if they were being followed. And he couldn't help but feel that piercing eyes had locked on to the pair.

"We're lost, aren't we?" He asked flatly.

"Wh-what? Naw, we have a map!" The mare moved the piece of parchment a bit to her left so the pegasus could see.

"You're holding it upside down."

There was a moment of silence.

For the longest time, the two of them stared at the paper, trying to get their bearings. A rough calculation revealed they were in the Everfree.

Then a twig snapped.

With the realization of where they were, the panic quickly took hold of their minds and they bolted at their top speed.

... In opposite directions.

Their tether kept them from going too far before the rope decided to pull its two ends together, making the two ponies crash. However, they didn't stay in the dirt for too long as another snap made them run deeper into the forest, all the while making their screams ring throughout the night.

"Did you hear something?" asked a light blue pegasus who just popped her twig-covered head out of a tree.

A bouncy, pink earth pony hopped across the clearing, snapping fallen twigs as she landed, clearly satisfied with the simple game. "Nope!"

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Prompt: "Those were not jellybeans..."

(Not_A_Hat, I did your prompt. And it was super fun!)

Discord looked back. Back across time and space to the moment he was first conceived. Things were beautiful in that moment. There was no time, there were no stars and planets, only concepts and energies and primal things without description. No sense of form or distinction, no physical entrapments to mask the truest nature of things. Everything that was, is and would ever be swirled together in an endless cacophony of indefinite and exponential rawness.
Yes, it was a beautiful moment. And it ended far too quickly. Things settled and separated. Spirits calcified into matter, space, stars and an endless number of other physical things. Inevitably Discord himself melted into place as one of the final paragons of that initial begginning trapped in a physical shell. After his calcification he did everything he could to revive that liquid genesis from before. He pulled and clawed at the static reality around him, twisting it and warping it whenever and into whatever he pleased. He worshipped that original chaos and took it as his name. But it wasn't long before he saw how much more powerful this new order was. For this order had paragons of its own and they encased him in stone. So Discord looked back. He saw every instance that he pulled and tugged at reality, every creature of stasis that he had bent and tortured, every jagged wound he left behind in this new, rigid existance. And in the white moments between, he was terrified that he had taken a wrong turn.

(My prompt to you, Twilight and Pinkie swap dispositions.)

(Digital Ghost, I did your prompt. Good one, by the way. I'm not use to writing light hearted stuff.)

"Finished hanging them posters yet?" Apple Bloom called past the paint brush in her mouth. Across the room, Sweetie Belle plucked a few jelly beans off the table beside her.
"Just about!" The unicorn chirpped brightly. She poppped the sugary treats into her muzzle and savored the taste. A dozen fruity flavors melted into a suger enhanced mass in her mouth before she gulped it down. "These jelly beans are the best! Did you get these from Pinkie Pie?" Sweetie grasped a poster from the table in her magic. A bit tricky, grasping such a malleable thing but she managed.
"Nope," Apple Bloom answered. "Bon Bon."
"Well she must be like, the queen of candy or something." Sweetie whisked a few more colorful beans off the table, along with a few chunks of sticky tack for the poster. "This might be the best candy I've ever eaten!" Sweetie popped the candy into her mouth as she adjusted the poster's postion on the wall. Then she stopped dead. Something was terribly wrong. This taste in her mouth wasn't sweet, fruity goodness, it was papery and sickening. With horror she looked to the small objects just beside her, floating in her magical aura. The chunks of sticky tack were not there. With a gag Sweetie spat and sputtered the nasty gunk out of her muzzle and dropped everything. "Eeeeewwww!!" She squealed.
"What?!" Apple Bloom spun around, a bit worried for her friend. "What happened?"
Sweetie raked her hoof across her tounge a few times before answering.
"Those were not jelly beans..."

(I give you now, the PROMPT! Spike does something unexpected.)

Oh, I love this idea. I am SO in! Here's my story:

The heavy green chair settled with a gratifying thud, its short legs sinking gently into the thick orange shag plush of the corner nook carpet as some relenting beast stuck fast in a quicksand. Partnered alongside a neatly weathered matte rose bookshelf he'd loaded up with ornaments and virgin candles, all the space lacked now was an eventual floral appointment - a giant fern would really set the place up, the stallion figured. That'd come in time, of course.

"Not bad, not bad." he admitted aloud, swiping the sweat from his brow with a hoof.

Regarding the room with a satisfied smile, Caramel inwardly celebrated. The move from Canterlot wasn't easy to begin with, especially when conducted and orchestrated all by himself. Only after sleepless days of sweat and spent bits, countless impediments, redesigns, and quiet moments pounding his head against the wall, the labour began to appear worthwhile. The layout was livable, although sparse, but it echoed his preference for sensible efficiency - only the most necessary and rudimentary pieces needed to live were here, all built to provide just enough to survive out in the middle of rural nowhere. With a bit of flair here and there, of course. He loved the orange rug.

After preparing a nice brewed iced tea, Caramel trotted onto the front porch and fell gratefully into the pillowed luxury of an antique wicker rocker he'd found at a yard sale just outside of his new town. Sipping at the steeped bitter brew through a straw, he closed his eyes and imagined all the possible adventures to come. With enough currency left to enjoy himself, he was able to dream a little. Lovely, winsome isolation awaited, ready to explore at his leisure. The very idea had him giddy. He stared out towards the empty horizon and smiled a genuine smile for the first time since this had all began.

He was home.

"... wait, what the hay?"

Caramel suddenly noticed a billow of dust at the furthest reach of his desolate acreage. Nopony knew he'd bought a property so far removed from any town or city, so the disturbance left him wondering. After observing for a while, sipping at his drink, he became assured that somepony was galloping up the delapidated pathway towards his abode.

Who could it be? There wasn't a soul within miles of the little house. He hadn't even considered inviting anyone from his family or friends out for a visit... how peculiar.

After a long while, a silhouetted figure began to appear. It was definitely a pony, trotting at a brisk gait towards the modest homestead. The pony certainly seemed to be approaching with purpose. Caramel elected to wander back inside and pour himself another iced tea. Thinking a moment, he prepared one for his approaching guest as well. Might as well be neighbourly, even if he didn't know if he had any neighbours.

He placed the glasses on a tray and began to march them out to the porch, only to notice that his visitor had obviously arrived - the doorway was awash with kicked-up dust.

"Jussec!" Caramel managed around the plank in his maw. "Iw ah cuhminh!"

Stepping outside to the porch, he didn't look up once until absolutely sure his serving of drinks made it to a flat surface. Making it to the table, Caramel placed the tray down and turned to greet his mysterious guest.

"Hello!" he exclaimed, spinning in place and offering a hoof in welcome. "My name is... uh..."

The stallion blinked a few times. Nopony was there. How odd.

"I could have sworn I just..." Caramel muttered to himself, scratching his head.

A voice exploded behind him, making him jump enough to nearly bump his head on the porch's rafters.

"Howdy!"

Turning slowly towards the source of the loud voice, Caramel came abruptly nose to nose with a giant red-haired stallion; his mane was a clumsy mop of thick blonde, and a heavy horse collar hung about his neck between massive workaday shoulders. He smelled faintly of apples.

"Uh..." the smaller stallion managed, mouth agape.

"Hey pardner!" the visitor announced in a deep rumbling voice, taking Caramel's forehoof up in an enthusiastic shake. "Mah name is Big Mac Apple! Ah live at the apple farm just over yonder! Ah'd heard through the local gossip we'd be gettin' a new neighbour, so I rushed over t'introduce mahself!" The stallion's vernacular was thick in a rural twang, which to Caramel came off as a mixture of inviting and intimidating.

"Hello sir!" Caramel managed meekly in response. He collected himself enough before Big Mac tore his forearm out of its socket, and pulled it sharply from the newcomer's grasp.

"My name is Caramel. I'm happy to meet you, Big Mac. Would you like some tea?"

The large visitor nodded, helped himself to a serving, and finished it in one gulp.

"Thank yeh kindly, Caramel! A body gets right parched out here in the dusty parts of Ponyville!"

A silence fell between the two, despite and mostly due to each pony left staring at each other. Overlooking the unnerving smile he wore, Caramel noted a large green apple on the flank of the apple farmer; the garish fruity cutie-mark struck almost painful in contrast to his otherwise imposing appearance. His fetlocked hooves were each the size of serving platters, and he easily dwarfed everypony Caramel had ever met in Canterlot.

"... so," Caramel eventually spoke, breaking the silence. "What brings you by, Big Mac?"

The giant red farmer took a step back, and smiled wide.

"Ah'm here to welcome you properly to Ponyville, friend! We Apples have a stern tradition when it comes to new neighbours; when somepony moves into the area, we throw them a bull-blasting corn-shucking mother-waking party to end all parties!"

The smaller stallion tapped his chin, considering the offer thoughtfully. He had worked very hard during this exhausting move, after all. He deserved some social relaxation.

"A party?" Caramel queried.

"Oh heck yes!" Big Mac nodded vigorously. "Not just a party though... we're talking about a shindig to end all shindigs! A breathtaking blowout beyond epic proportions!"

"Go on." Caramel took a sip of his tea, becoming intrigued.

"We Apples are well known throughout the town for throwing the most wild and crazy affairs outside of Canterlot, brother!" the hefty red stallion declared, gathering the smaller male in a rough sidelong embrace. "Why, I can promise you'll have the time of your life and beyond! Princesses and heroes have attended our famous celebrations, and none have left without a big smile on their faces!"

"...oh?" Caramel managed breathlessly, squished within the powerful hug.

"Trust me, you'll love it. Ah promise there'll be tons o' cider drinking, dancing, puking, and riotous bouts of violent lovemaking!"

"Oh, oh wow!" Caramel exclaimed. "That sounds amazing! Too good to be true! I've had such a long journey, and worked so hard to be here! I could definitely use a night like that to adjust and readjust my mindset! ... so out of curiosity, how many ponies will be at this party, Big Mac?"

The substantial male grinned, pulling Caramel close.

"Just you and me, sugarcube."

The End.

My story suggestion: Luna does something really sweet for somepony else who wasn't expecting it, and it accidentally kills Discord.

HAVE AT THEE!

I actually posted my crap as a story. BRING THE HATE!